Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 113: The Rotborn Leviathan

Just as Adam stepped forward, hand half-raised to wake Leila from her rest, her eyes snapped open.

She rose with a slow, fluid motion.... as though she had no confusion or grogginess.

As if her body had been waiting for her mind to return.

She paused.

Stared at the ground for a long, silent moment.

Then her eyes lifted and met his.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, but Leila beat him to it.

"You want me to challenge Elaric's authority?"

The words hit without hesitation.

Her voice was even as though she already knew all about it.

Adam's brows lifted slightly.

So fate had already spoken to her...

He gave a slow nod.

"It is your decision to do so."

He said quietly before adding something else.

"After all, the more threatening person to you is Celestia."

Leila didn't respond right away.

Her gaze drifted skyward, where faint clouds glowed pale against the early morning haze.

The stars were gone now, the sky too bright for them... but she looked for them anyway.

"Not my decision..."

She murmured.

"Fate told me it was something I was bound to do."

Adam didn't reply.

He understood vaguely.

The threads of fate had a way of tightening around a person until choice felt like illusion.

So instead of replying, he simply turned, brushing the dust from his clothes, preparing to walk away.

Then her voice called out again, softer this time.

"Adam."

She said.

"Do you think fate chooses us... or do we choose how we carry it?"

He stopped.... just for a moment.

His back still to her, eyes fixed on the broken horizon ahead.

The wind tugged gently at the edge of his coat.

There was a pause.

Then he spoke... voice low, steady.

"Fate writes the storm."

Adam said.

"But it doesn't decide whether we walk through it... or become it."

A quiet settled between them.

Leila didn't answer.

She just watched his back as he walked away, the weight of the future pressing down around her like a heavy burden.

And Adam, as always, walked like someone who had already survived it.

The stream chat lit up instantly.

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Reading the notifications, Adam's face darkened.

His fingers twitched once, and with a few sharp taps on his interface, he muted the entire chat for the next several hours.

...

After regaining his composure once the rest of the team stirred and geared up, they began their approach towards the Heart of the Mire.

The further they travelled, the more the land subtly as turned stranger.

With each step sinking slightly into thick, dark moss that clung to boots and legs like a living thing.

The trees twisted overhead like they were grown under duress, bark slick with moisture and riddled with pale fungi.

Pools of stagnant dirty water reflected the sky.

Insects buzzed, and every so often, a ripple disturbed the surface... but no creature emerged.

"Too quiet..."

Kristoff muttered, tightening the strap of his shield.

"It's the aura."

Adam replied without looking back.

"The warlord's body is still buried underneath here."

Adam said, his voice steady as he stared into the black lake.

"Even in death, things of that level don't just vanish."

Kristoff stepped forward, scanning the still surface warily.

"So they repel everything weaker than them…"

The group fell quiet, tension creeping in like mist curling around their ankles.

Then... a ding sounded out.

A system notification blinked into view.

[System Notification: You have entered — Sealed Field: The Heart of the Mire.]

[WARNING: Presence of residual high-tier soul aura detected.]

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Another window appeared a heartbeat later.

[Warning! You are about to enter an area that can trigger a Boss Fight.]

Before anyone could speak, more notifications stacked in rapid succession.

[Hidden Conditions Triggered!]

[You possess more than 80% of information about the Fourth Floor's history.]

[The Rotborn Leviathan has activated True Body status.]

[Floor 4 Authority has been distributed.]

[May the battle…]

[BEGIN!]

A sudden wind tore through the quiet area.

An unnatural, cold, and wet stench of rot could be smelled.

The black lake churned...

Something enormous could be seen beneath the surface!

The water bulged for a second...

Then it split!

Rising from the depths came a grotesque, serpentine mass.

Easily wider than any building they had seen on the previous floors!

The creature's flesh was bloated, half-decomposed, riddled with barnacle-like growths and oozing pores.

Long tendrils dragged behind it like drowned weeds, and its eyes... milky and sunken, still radiated a twisted awareness.

It was The Rotborn Leviathan.

The fallen guardian of the mire.

The system chimed again.

[Floor 4 Boss Authority: Degeneration has activated.]

[You have been afflicted by: Degeneration (passive) — Healing effects have been halved.]

Adam's stomach churned as a foul energy passed through him.

His body felt heavier.

He frowned as a damp, sour numbness settled into his limbs

Just as the group tried to process the information, a sudden, blinding green light ignited the sky... then it came crashing down!

The Leviathan opened its massive maw, and with a guttural, echoing roar, expelled a blast of radioactive breath that lit up the entire mire in a hellish green glow.

The very air shimmered as it tore through the sky toward them!

"Move!"

Kristoff shouted, already bracing his shield with a snarl.

But the concentrated beam of rotting energy that was pouring from the Leviathan's open maw, seemed wide enough to flatten half the marshland!

However, Adam didn't flinch.

From his inventory, he yanked a strange object... cold, silver, almost exuding an aura of stillness.

[Barrier of a Frozen Moment] : The user projects an aura that manipulates the kinetic behavior of atoms in the surrounding area, drastically reducing their movement. This effect spreads like a dome around the user, freezing the flow of space itself. (One Time use)

It was one of the gifts from the strange viewers that he had saved up and hadn't used till now!

Adam didn't hesitate as he immediately used it!

The instant he activated the item, a translucent dome exploded outward from him, blooming like a ripple of frozen glass.

The temperature dropped sharply.

The very air slowed, as if reality itself had been locked in molasses.

The radioactive blast reached the edge of the barrier—

And then it froze.

The Leviathan's radioactive breath, which had been roaring toward them like the hand of death, halted.

Or rather... it dragged forward at an agonizing pace, crawling through the air inch by inch, each molecule grinding like glass against glass!

The team blinked, stunned.

Adam didn't wait for a seconds breathe as he immediately shouted his commands.

"Split! Get positions in positions now!"

Hearing this, the team broke formation immediately.

Cael darted left, bounding across roots and shallow water to find high ground.

Xel'Shaar vanished into the shadows with a flicker of motion.

Meanwhile Leila and Kristoff took the rear flank.

Without rest, Adam then activated [Temporary Copy].